Lin Feng was still holding onto his collar. He pulled it higher to shield himself since his nose was feeling uncomfortable. But before he could react any further, Yun Hu asked, "Not feeling well?"
Yun Hu reached his hand over, pasting it onto his forehead, his fingers cooling to the touch.
Lin Feng could feel the increasing frustration within him and had forgotten his rapidly beating heart. This was bad, he must be having a fever.
The next second, Lin Feng's fans watched on with widened eyes as they hadn't expected to see such a climatic scene. They were both handsome with similar tall and strong bodies. The person wearing the white jacket reached his hand out, plastering it onto Almighty Lin's heated forehead. He glanced up, carrying the same vibe he radiated in the esports arena – unique, handsome, and somber. Simply put, a mesmerizing presence.
